Still Kickin'

I don't think anyone reads this, but I don't care, I'm writing this more to myself than anyone. It would be nice if people read this, but to me it means that I'm issuing something, I'm creating something. I'm making a declaration.

Recently, I've realized that for the past year and a half, I've changed my life and squelched my own creativity and eccentricities to gain the approval of my Stake President and Bishop in order to go on a mission. That is no longer the goal, and I was wrong to do that to myself. If the gospel of Christ is a bottle of spray paint, I was huffing it.

I don't have to be anyone other than myself. Be good, yes, but not a supercharged, swirling dervish of righteousness. I don't have to second-guess myself at every turn. I get to be an individual voice in a sea of voices. This is liberating.

I've been exploring who I am as a creative individual a lot recently. It feels great to be excited about doing something creative when I get off work. To have an idea brewing in my head all day is encouraging and motivating. I love it.

I've watched a few web comics over the years and one thing I've always admired is how you can observe the artist improving over the passage of time. You go to the first strip and jump to the last and you can see a very drastic improvement in every way.

I think it would be cool to do this. Posting it online might be hard, because I don't really have very much equipment and Photoshop is A MILLION DOLLARS. So I think it would be something I police myself about. One finished drawing twice a week? That sounds about right. Maybe two, if time provides, and there isn't much.

BUT LIFE IS GOOD. And I'm enjoying myself a lot. I'm going to take my spray bottle and do what I want.

Go.